His pointed ears twitched when he heard his name. He looked around at the man. Oh, well. He smirked as his eyes roamed over the attractive face and body of the person he apparently was meeting. He was definitely going to enjoy this. He moved closer. "I believe you are looking for me," he said huskily in his thick Antivan accent. "Zevran Arainai, at your service, though my friends call me Zev. And I do hope very greatly that we are going to be friends." He held out a hand.